When I woke up from my nap yesterday one of my first thoughts was: life is a joke. That's one of my clues that I'm not doing well at all. The trigger was that I found out on Friday night that my six year old grandson was whipped by his father with a belt. There are bruises on the child's back. Since then, I've been slowly sinking and I'm now numb. I've spoken with Mom and the Pastor and God so I have a protective net. Last night the Pastor said, "don't forget to vent." I'm so angry at so many levels. Complete and total rage. This crap never stops. CPS is back. They are the idiots that gave this child to his father in the first place.